6. LO! the golden light is peering; May the morn, sweet calmness breathing, In our hearts no sin obscure. So the day, all smoothly gliding, All day long an eye is o'er us, Which our every secret knows, Sees our every step before us, From first morn till evening's close. To the Father praise unending, WILLIAM J. COPELAND, 1848, from the Latin of 7. FORTH in Thy name, O Lord, I go, Thee, only Thee, resolved to know The task Thy wisdom hath assigned In all my works Thy presence find, Thee may I set at my right hand, Whose eyes mine inmost substance see, Give me to bear Thy easy yoke, And every moment watch and pray, And still to things eternal look, And hasten to Thy glorious day; For Thee delightfully employ Whate'er Thy bounteous grace hath given, And run my course with even joy, And closely walk with Thee to heaven. CHARLES WESLEY, 1749. 8. COME, my soul, thou must be waking: O'er the earth another day: Come to Him who made this splendour; All thy feeble strength can pay. Gladly hail the light returning: Be the incense of thy powers: With His care thy helpless hours. Pray that He may prosper ever When thine aim is good and true; When thou evil wouldst pursue. Think that He thy ways beholdeth— Every fault that lurks within; And discern each deed of sin. Therefore God's free gifts abuse not, But His Spirit's voice obey: Soon shall joy thy brow be wreathing, Splendour breathing, Fairer than the fairest day. HENRY J. BUCKOLL, 1842, from the German of Baron von CaniTZ, 1700 (based upon an earlier anonymous translation, 1838). |